Letras
I float around the room folk nopin’ out in twos
In confession by the morn, tenets going down the tubes
People tossing out they dogmas after pausing all his moves
The walk is not a mathematics that is taught in schools
The wave is not as innocent as boppin’ to your favorites
When you opt in as a comic on the dais
I’m sayin, when you lock in as a tile in the mosaic
Any play is if your molecules can take it
My molecules are holding
I hear you but I’m picturing my happy place
Somewhere in the smoke and mirrors, holy spirit activate
Act a fool or acclimate or I could give an actual fuck
The universe will catch up and recalibrate, that’s what’s up
Had to awol off the wayfare
It was that or blow his top and drop you all at doggy daycare
I bet I find the crystal and return before you fizzle on the way there
Crowd-funding train fare, yo
I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb
I dip into the city, I agitate the sims
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin
The “on air” on, I’m instantly ejected from my office chair
To haul off and punch a couple cars, “Hey I’m walking here…”
Off his square with snow tires on his chess piece
In eyeglasses thick enough to start a fire next week
Par a million, not some arbitrary park and ride
It get your party parted from them party size starry eyes
Sorry, I know you planned for satin black and stark white
The truth is harvested in areas that marbleize
“Zero time for the bullshit” he said, eating sushi, closing deals at a full sprint
The dotted line wolf print, dollar sign eyeballs
Ever mismatched with other slot machine icons
Wire walker, the watcher over your diorama
Dive bomber, divide, conquer, and find water
Night crawler, I’m eye-poppingly not right
Nevermind what’s in the pot pie, yo
I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb
I dip into the city, I agitate the sims
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin
When he cut his palm and bleed on the altar things change
Lights blinking, earth shaking, people taking sick days
Ghosts in the graveyard ring the bell 6 ways
Coffin splinters situated underneath the finger nails
Sail, searching for the holy grail of zingers
The Mingus of digs that shrink wizards into interns
Kingdoms into cinders, entire ecosystems into digits
Dust to dust, it’s just business
Trust, the stick and move, rock and strafe
I’m in the spot like a cardboard box with legs
Pop up, shock and dismay
Pop down, just a prop that can not be explained
It’s a problem, the oddly off-course nor’easter
Playing opossum, wakes and orders up a 12-egg omelet
Light shooting out from under his door
One thing before you fetch whatever’s tucked in the drawer
I’m in the wind, I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb
I dip into the city, I agitate the sims
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a ssssssspin